Budha - Rogue
Mar 9, 2014 21:31:07 GMT -5
Post by Budha on Mar 9, 2014 21:31:07 GMT -5
Out Of Character name: Carla
Age: Old Enough To Be Your Mom.
Sex: Female, tho- *shuts up*
Methods to contact you: Either Here or On "Carla" (Admin)
In Character Information
name: Budha
sex: Male
wolf's age: 4
fur color: White
eye color: blue
scars/identifying marks: Littered in scars. Fur missing from scars, as well as docked ears and tail
mate: N/A
pups: Sora (Adopted)
personality:
Budha's personality ranges from cool and smooth down to ticking time bomb. The cool collect that he has is a mere facade which throws off many creatures of any attitude. The moment he explodes, the 'bomb' re-fuses itself after some time of cool-down. Every difference is completely noticeable when facade changes just by expressions. Each expression creates another which changes not only by day variation, but as well as differential interactions with others. Some could say he had a personality dysfunction. All in all, Budha was a dysfunction.
Each mood are as follows:
1) Cool collection, he'll give you a chance. He'll listen to the bullshit from your mouth for so long until the next step.
2) Slight aggrivation. When this part starts to become noticible, his eye twitches. Muscles start to get slightly tensed, and his words start to become more aggressive.
3) Aggression. Most know when to run. This occurrence is fairly rare, although, there are times where this hits first over every other mood.
4) Anger. Run. He usually wants to go for blood at this point unless one is able to cool him down someway or another. Normally Budha'll see red, everything becoming glazed over.
Normally in order for the fourth stage to occur, Budha must have had a nerve struck, and struck fairly well. In either case, the behemoth himself creates a boundary between himself and his 'mark'. When the male moves, his body shakes. The thick layers of pelt, fat, muscle, and flesh create a wavering effect. Each layer protects the male in different ways. The fur itself, thick, bushy and usually scattered between scars and missing fur has recently created more of an opening should he be attacked. The flesh itself, easily torn since it's, well, just flesh. Next layer, fat, creates a boundary of safety to the oh so important muscle. The muscle itself allows the hefty male to move at decent speeds, keeping him intact and his structure alone a mass to be feared. Each layer has allowed the male to live in his own little ways as well as letting him live to see another day from previous fights.
A history:
Budha and his history is very rarely ever spoken. Since birth, this male as born to a litter of four, including himself. One stillborn, three alive. His siblings, both females became too much of a princess to do much or for him to even be rough with in anyway. Usually causing too much shit for himself, he was cast out at a young as soon as he was able to not only fend for himself, but also hunt for himself. His parents were fairly ashamed of the male, growing too aggressive for such a family-orientated pack. Already creating a harsh name for himself, Budha sought out fights for experience, and experience alone. He gained no thrill from tearing his enemies apart whether it be other wolves his age, food, or just inanimate objects alone. In his heart, he held no love, seeing no place for it in this world and definitely having no sorry for those who may have lost a loved one in anyway. The thought of it was sickening to the male, and to this day, he still has no regret for not loving. As soon as the male hit the ripe ol' age of two, Budha sought out a pack to call his own, and he found one. The wolves accepted him in, Budha gaining rank rather quickly to the lead gamma in which he fought every battle that was thrown his way with no regret, full-hearted, and spilling blood after blood. At that time, he was about two and a half when he lost his first battle. For 'shaming' his pack, the alpha's and beta's not only attacked him, but tore off his ears, one at a time to make sure no progressive bleeding could occur, and later on in that year, his tail too, was removed creating a stub. He was downgraded to omega before this happened, becoming the punching bag of the pack, and he was abused often. His fur was ripped from his body, and the scars he already had multiplied. Some reason, he was unable to fend for himself. He was weak in that moment of his life, and it took him a year to leave the pack to be once more on his own. Budha hit the age of three, still alone, and to this day, being four, he was alone. He was happy that way. He still carried with him the scars of his past, and to this day, he never speaks of what happened.